Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.